tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post6949888105698962017..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: The Trampoline CatKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-56128113184845303772014-11-30T17:04:57.071+00:002014-11-30T17:04:57.071+00:00This is one admirable cat, so your cat trusts you....This is one admirable cat, so your cat trusts you. That's good. <br /><br />Personally though, I dislike cats. hehehe..I don't like their claws and the feel of their furs. <br /><br />I love dogs though. I had once a pet dog named Piper, and I cried for that dog when he died.<br /><br />He was one faithful and loyal dog. When I was rushed to the hospital way, way back; he stood guard at our house even without food. <br /><br />When we came back from the hospital, he was there at the door happily wagging his tail even if we have forgotten all about him.<br /><br />So there, hurray to your Trampoline cat...your allergy to cats is unfortunate though...Jenaislehttp://jenaisleonline.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-14836176668107851572014-11-30T15:25:33.522+00:002014-11-30T15:25:33.522+00:00I miss not having a cat. My neighbour has two and ...I miss not having a cat. My neighbour has two and every now and then she asks me to take care of them while her and her fiancée (no, I didn’t spell it wrong, they’re both girls) go and do stuff. Last time it was for a week and twice a day I got to go in and attend to their needs. They’re called Bailey and Harper. Bailey is the older of the two. They had her first and then brought in the kitten and she’s never been the same since. She used to purr her head off when I came over but although she’ll tolerate a little petting mostly she keeps to herself these days. All she needs me for is to turn on the kitchen tap for her—she’s got me trained—and that’s it and the wee one’s constantly trying to muscle her way in but that’s our thing and so I shoo her off. If I pet Harper—or it might by Hayley (they’ve a dog and I think she’s called Harper)—then Bailey wants nothing to do with me. <br /><br />We tell the bird when he dies we’re going to replace him with a cat. I’m not sure we will though. I haven’t been out of the house for more than a few hours since we got Birdy. He’s quite dependent in that regard. We’re a flock and he expects (needs) his flock around him. As long as he knows where we are then everything’s all right in the world. Still haven’t replaced Fishy. I scratched the front of the tank whilst cleaning it and Carrie’s been trying to fix that. She was using a Dremel but now she’s hauled some other drill-type thing out of the cupboard. I’ve no idea. I’d’ve just bought a new tank. Not very good with my hands me. Hate DIY. <br /><br />I do enjoy having a pet around. There’s definitely a part of me that likes to look after things (or people but things do and talk back less). I miss my daughter in that respect but if at thirty-four she still needed me I’d not’ve done my job properly. I get to look after Carrie but she’s an independent sort and that’s not such a bad thing. I like to be needed but I’m none too crazy about needy people.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com